I cried about you for the first time in three months today. I was listening to a book at work. then, intrusively, i was tapped on the shoulder by the memory of remembering you. I didn’t cry for very long, only a few seconds but nonetheless I took 4 steps backwards, waiting for it to get numb again. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mourning a relationship, or aching over unrequited Love. I’m grieving the death of aPossibility. The passing of the smallest semblance of serenity. The demise of a demure chance at love. When i think and i dream of it, love seems wonderful and sweet but in reality,…

The words don’t flow anymore like they used to,   I was once a budding shakespeare   Not quite good enough, but with a potential that was true   But now i’m just stuck here   With no inspiration   And no way to get better.     I am sisyphus now   Pushing my stone higher every day   But with no way to reach the top       I am tantalus now   With creativity only just out of reach.